Anonymous asked: I just wanted to let you know, your writing is beautiful and moving. You're a gorgeous girl and I can't believe you struggle with such big problems. It seems like your life is perfect. Your writing has helped me overcome my cutting... because I know if someone like you can overcome the feeling of depression, I can too. Just wanted you to know that.
You have no idea how much this means to me. I just wish you could come off anonymous.. I am so happy to hear that you’re doing okay. Remember, always tell yourself YOU CAN take over negativity. Thank you, this message made me tear up, you’re so strong. Keep it up, I’m proud. :)
Do you ever just sit there and realize what you’ve become? Where the “old you” went? When you always got happy over the little things? When you would always get up in the morning and go outdoors and explore? When going out with friends was the daily routine? When you would laugh everyday and smile because life was just perfect, and you thought, “Nothing can ever get in the way of this humble mood I’m always in.” As time goes by, an ugly creature starts growing inside of you. Tensions build up. Suddenly, the “old you” has ran away. You can’t find yourself. You’re stuck. You’re stuck inside this horrific creature that has taken over your mind, destroying every possible aspect of happiness you once had, showering you with negative thoughts about yourself. Your daily routine on going out with friends is over, you no longer laugh or smile, because life is no longer perfect. Suddenly, SOMETHING does get in the way of that humble mood you were always in. You take a look at yourself in the mirror, “What have I become?”, you whisper gently, “A monster.”
Starting my day with a cup of coffee, the usual, although I should prefer tea most of the time, coffee is just too much of a wake up cup. BUT I wanted to share some exciting news.. The University of California at Berkeley recently saw my art and photo work on the portfolio disc I sent a few weeks ago, and yesterday the art department e-mailed me, talking about how much they loved my paintings and photography. Literally, the first few seconds I blinked more than a hundred times to see if I was dreaming or just seeing things.. I WASN’T. I cried. I cried because I had a few rough years throughout high school and those who thought I wasn’t going to get anywhere.. can weep in shame because LOOK WHERE I AM NOW BITCHES. Furthermore, sorry about the craziness, I will be visiting in June/July and meeting with the Art Department advisors. I am so happy. I accomplished something amazing in my life. It feels really fucking good.